Tchaiana Adolphina // D1F (cb1!)
Dec 31, 2021 2:53:38 GMT -5
Post by doodle :) on Dec 31, 2021 2:53:38 GMT -5
Tchaiana Adolphina
District 1
17 Years Old
Perfection is attainable.
"Hi! Noticed you were checking out our booth. Red Swan's looking for more girls. We're this after-school dance program...Career training? Madame Papillon's super flexible, she'll make it work. I'm a dancer, and I also do career training...Actually, I think it's helped me become a better career. See, I'm -- yeah, I'm tiny..But since I joined Red Swan, I've gotten a lot stronger, a lot more in control of my body. And Madame Papillon, she actually teaches us dances that kind of help, in a weird way? Yeah. Like...sword dancing! And we look super bad-ass doing it! So yeah. Take a brochure? You're about the right age. Assessments start in the spring. Hope to see you there!"
"Why'd I join? Shit. Uh...Just...Nothing was really working for me, with the training...I'm just...I'm not built for -- violence -- brute force, I mean...So, my parents, thought, 'Okay, we need a new plan.' So they enrolled me here. I barely got in, Madame wasn't sure I had it in me. But that got better over time. Just kept doing it, but I...I was pretty bad. Madame whipped me into shape." Literally. "Butterfly kisses..." "I got stronger. Sure, still skinny, but I can damn well crush a fucking watermelon between my thighs, watch me!"
But it's so much more than some strength-gaining exercise, dick-head.
It's art.
You could be famous, why are you walking away!
You can honor the traditions of your country and your district. All those dances from before the Dark Days, when life was better, when people had the heart to dance...
But I can't tell these plebeians that, because none of them would believe me. Meat-heads. Morons. Philistines!
Only Madame understands.
She knows what it's like to be perfect. She knows what it feels like.
To be truly alive.
But they wouldn't get it. They're dead inside.
Look at all these ass-holes. Passing you by. The career jock trash that smirk at you-- Tchaia, what if they're not...Shut the fuck up, they always are...
That one time in sparring class, when they kept swiping at your legs...They knew what they were doing. Trying to brake your ankles...
"Tchaia, don't you think this little hobby is becoming an obsession?"
Nah, Dad. It's become my life.
Wake up, someone's coming--
"Hi! Looking to join Red Swans?"
Smile and nod, Tchaia, smile and nod...
